Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

A phone suddenly slid across the floor and stopped right in front of him. Its screen lit up, displaying a photo of someone's face.

If Aspen, Andrew's loyal little servant, had been there, she definitely would have snapped, "How dare you! Who gave you the guts to sneak a photo of my master's devastatingly handsome face?"

Sure enough, the photo on the screen was of Andrew.

The man picked up the phone and asked in a low, gravelly voice, "Dead or alive?"

From the darkness, the High Oracle's faint laughter echoed. "If we can recruit him and make him ours, that would be the best outcome. But if not... crush his manhood and ask if he believes in our Sacred Order now."

The man asked again, "And if I crush it and he still doesn't believe it?"

The High Oracle's voice turned even colder. "Then snap his neck, or violate him brutally, whichever feels crueler. Be as vicious as you can. Use your judgment."

The man tightened his grip on the phone, grinned with a twisted smile, and turned to leave the hall. He pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a vast open sea outside.

Without hesitation, he dove straight into the ocean.

Another frigid morning swept over Serenity Villa. Out on the back lawn, training resumed as usual, but with a slight twist today.

with one hand behind his back and waved the other at Francesca. "Come

at you? You mean like... in bed? Or

twitched. "Seriously? Is your brain still

flushed with embarrassment. She quickly shook off her thoughts and charged in with a sharp

with one hand,

aiming a knee strike

her thigh

and dropped hard toward his chest

his body sideways just

but she did not stop. Her elbow swung around, heading straight

exchanged dozens of moves, countering each other with skill. After over a hundred exchanges,

he flicked his

stung, her hand trembling and turning red instantly. "What kind of

She stared in awe.

it now." Francesca nodded, eyes lighting up as she stepped aside to practice. Andrew

smoothly.